My Day Job

I didn't quit my day job. Never had a day job. I was a night hospice and home health nurse. Occasionally I would do a weekend day. I worked for a local Home Health and Hospice Agency and loved my job. Things change. Planets orbit, time warps and moves. Our family dynamics changed. I was starting to get run down. Infections. Then one night I got hit by a car that ran a red light at a major intersection. I hit my head and it totaled my Subaru Forester. Loved that car. That was the last straw. I needed some time off. Off off. Any nurse will tell you they always need you. They hate to do it, but there will always be that call pleading you to come in 'just this one time.' So I quit. For awhile. I had a dent in my head, no car, tooth infection, tired. On the last day of the year I bought a KIA Soul. Great car-I was ready to go back to work! Called in-great! Come in in 3 days and talk with us. Boom. Not cozy. We will call you next week, Monday or Tuesday. No call. Call on Wednesday-sorry, we don't need you at this time. I was messed up-still am some. I had been a nurse for 14ish years. My bosses always loved me. I burned my bridge. Now I know an experienced nurse can get a job. The prn on-call night job was perfect for my current family situation...hard to replace.